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Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me.

I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights.

Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world.

But I will never let him.

Not after killing my entire family.

Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision.

I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me.

I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. 

I will avenge my father. My family.

From this day forward, they have declared war.

And war they shall have.

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Blades & Roses

The screams coming from Mary Serrano made me clench my hands into fists. It was my fault. She was being tortured in the other room and I could imagine just how it was going. My back was still aching from the beating I had to endure.

I hugged my knees closer to my chest. The cold tiled-floor of the empty room was biting through my skin. It was part of the punishment though. I had no right to complain. Takahashi spared my life. I was relieved but that did not mean that what I had done to Margaux Cortez and Mary Serrano was excusable.

I had no choice though. I had no choice. I would be useless if I had chosen to keep quiet and let Takahashi kill me. However, I was aware that Margaux Cortez was probably thinking of me as a traitor. I had betrayed her before she and I could even establish that kind of relationship.

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